Well, That's Going to be a Busy Week

Suddenly the end of March is turning into Busy Land.

On March 24th I'm one of the readers/participants in a launch party/reception for Plus One Press's Tales from the House Band in Marin.

On Sunday the 25th I have my writing workshop. (Note to self: finish the damned chapter you're working on and send it to people, please.)

The next weekend is FogCon, in Walnut Creek (accessible from all over the Bay Area via BART). On Saturday I have a panel (Gray is the New Purple--about SF that deals with aging or has older protagonists) and a reading. On Sunday morning I have a panel about improving your reading skills (meaning reading to a crowd, not literacy). And then...

I am doing an appearance at Copperfields, in Sebastopol. My sister in law, who lives in Sebastopol, has been trying to get me up there to do an author event for kittens' years, and lo and behold, she has persevered! Thanks, Carey.

Meanwhile

Emily had her stitches out on Saturday morning.

As of Sunday night the hematoma was back. She's been stitched up again (another $600) and this time we're talking about maybe just leaving the stitches in. Poor pup does not like this medical attention thing at all.

**hack** redux

Second bout of bronchitis this calendar year. I have had antibiotics; I am not technically sick at this point: I just have this really boring hacking cough that makes me sound like a really aggressive, down-market Marguerite Gautier.

Oddly enough, I find cough drops help (since I cannot take anything with detromethorphan, and the doctor won't give me the lovely codeine cough syrup). When I go to bed, I go with a sugar-free cough drop lodged in the roof of my mouth. It releases just enough syrupy goo so that the tickle that presages the *hack* is assuaged.

But really, I need a new hobby.